Not in This Land

Under street lights,
Some veiled little girl
Said the sun is shinin
Around the curve

But seat fillers
Are in the way
So many of them
Pursuing praise

So jump ship
Come settle down
Maybe work the kitchen
In some little town

Adjust your dreams, there's so many hungry mouths
To feed already

Miles wide
But inches deep
This platform
Afforded me

Time's tickin
Days here then gone
Nights to nowhere
But the dawn

Feelin homesick
In the lost and found
Slim pickins
In tinseltown

Adjust your dreams there's so many hungry mouths
To feed already

You can drink the water from that well
But salt will send you
Back again my son, you know
It's never ending
It's like a strange disease
It's a thirst you can not ease
Always chasing esteem
Yea you'll grow I swear,
Yea you'll grow

But not in this land



Credits
Writer(s): Francis X Tobin
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